I received a hate speech warning for using the phrase “Ku Klux Kovaze.” Even as a joke, it carried the weight of real violence and real terror. The warning was not a mistake. It was earned. Kovaze is not just a website to me. It is the only place I have ever felt safe without being asked to disappear or make myself smaller. To bring language tied to hatred into that space is a failure I fully own. I am not asking for the warning to be erased. I am asking for forgiveness. And I need to ask this honestly: when someone crosses a line like this, are they condemned forever? Let the consequence stand. Let it mark me. Let it change me. If forgiveness requires silence, I will be silent. If it requires growth, I will grow. I am here in good faith, and I am listening.